I think that in some way we all have little eccentricities. After all none of us will conform to the norm in every respect.
My lifestyle is considered peculiar even by some those who benefit by it; after their (free) English language lesson several of my students were leaving the house last week just as the next lot were arriving, along with a local man who was calling in, as he occasionally does, in the hope of a cuppa; he's a dear chap, but has some mental problems and his hygiene isn't always the best. You can imagine the hallway was chaos for a few moments then one of the students piped up, "How can your family live like this with so many people using your house?" My (newly married and living here with his wife) son was on his way out at the time and responded, "Oh it's okay - we come and go too."
My children all believe that I'm an oddity, but they accept that I can be no other than I am - and sometimes they love me for it and sometimes they love me in spite of it. 